“What?” Seriously, I was standing staring out my kitchen
window at the rain (and all the beautiful green shades of nature), cup of tea
in one hand, a strip of nice crispy bacon in the other when I noticed ‘them’
speaking to me … asking, “How many times were you burned at the stake before it
‘dawned on you’ that you needn’t be?”
Wow. Alrighty then … my answer
flitted through as, “As few as possible, I hope.” And then, I saw myself during one of the
times when that act was in progress and the warrior in me triumphed. I knew that I knew that I knew that I could! And,
I did … triumph, that is.
Eventually there are moments when the realization occurs
that there are other options ... other realities … other ways to experience our
lives. Why not? Humans are designed with
the ability to mature through and within each lifetime. For me, I imagined the ‘fire’ as ferns being
blown by the wind, and I walked away filled with gaiety. Another time it was as downy feathers and I
giggled because they tickled. I knew that my dragons/angels were at the ready
to remove me from the peril (notice that I didn’t say ‘my’ peril – please avoid
owning the emotional attachment to and the perceived reality of situations you
find yourself in – that seemingly small word ‘my’ is like glue).
So many things are at play here. Maybe I acted as the victim long enough and
finally got sick of it so I just quit (no longer attracting that scenario)! Maybe I saw through the illusion and created
a new experience in the midst of it all.
And/or, maybe I ‘just’ opened the door in front of me and walked through
the doorway becoming the ‘I AM’ that I am, I am, I am … to name a few. Cells in my body resonate with the sense of
freedom those loosed bonds from other lives have signaled. The smell of the
smoke awakens hope, strength and courage to move forward in this life. I CAN play with fire if need be!
Now, ‘the fire’ might not look like flames rising from the
timber these days, never-the-less the challenge might be quite similar. Regardless, the opportunity to ‘become’ rides
along the same pathway. As I awaken to the gifts of remembered lessons I
endeavor to implement them accordingly.
I choose to contemplate those situations and things about myself that
‘burn’ me, see the ferns and feathers, and let myself (yes, allow myself) to be
free … including the freedom and gratitude to take another go at it if I feel I
could ‘take it up a notch’.
May the fires of this season’s solstice ignite new growth in
all living beings and may we play with inflamed gusto!
